It was wrong, wasn’t it? She kept telling herself that as her Daddy thrusted himself with ease inside her tight little pussy. Yet with each thrust, she moaned louder. She ought to have stopped him and gotten off his cock but with each thrust, the hesistation faded. She loved feeling him inside her. She loved the way he made her feel. She was really just his little slut. She was the dirty little girl that he told her she was. She was his fucktoy and he knew it. She moaned louder as she felt herself cum. Oh god she was going to cum over her Daddy’s cock. Her brain screamed it to her as her body shuddered as waves of ecstasy coursed through her. So this was bliss, she thought before all she felt was her Daddy’s cock inside her as she cum on it.